He got beef

The Candyman

Even though we had a blast during our camping trip, the next day me and Namjoon had a late afternoon shift back at our second home, a.k.a Dairy Queen, so we had to get back to work. We were both shivering like two naked chihuahuas since our uniforms were practically sleeveless, and to our luck, the heaters had completely busted and now we were starring in the newest ice age sequel. Namjoon could definitely pull off the part of Sid. I'd probably be that grumpy two-faced tiger who has an identity crisis during the entire first movie. What was his name again? I'm pretty sure it was Donjon or something. How many ice age movies are there anyways? Eight? ...Fifty-seven? 

Namjoon just sat behind the counter in his puffy winter jacket, looking like the abominable snowman with all that excessive shoulder padding whilst I just opted for wrapping three scarves around my head, trying to heat up my frozen hands by holding them above the fryers. Which, by the way, was definitely not the smartest move since the scarves pretty much blocked my sight and I was hovering above scalding hot boiling oil.

"Look at this." I turned around to Namjoon, who was holding a vanilla milkshake, the lid of it removed. He flipped it upside down casually and shook it feverously, the look on his face was one of pure amazement. The contents didn't even budge, they had frozen solid completely. I applauded Namjoon's party trick and let out a whistle of appreciation before turning back to roasting my hands above the frying machine. 

Hoseok had left to go home a couple of hours ago, but not before promising everyone he would be back for the holidays, which were only a month away. 

As long as no one was going to propose to do secret Santa this year, everything was fine with me. 

I was not going through the process of looking for a present for my cousin's friend's mom's sister again, only to receive a 6 pack of generic brand underwear from my neighbor's son, Tex. Does that sound oddly specific and confusing? Yeah, secret Santa is messed up. If anyone ever tries to trick you into participating: DON'T.

Anyways. Taehyung had nearly cried when Hoseok stepped into the bus, saying goodbye to everyone.

Speaking about Taehyung, I thought that whole bonding camping trip had pretty much solidified our friendship but I was obviously mistaken since the first thing that Taehyung had said to me after Hoseok left was how he hoped Namjoon and I were going to freeze to death in our miserable restaurant.

At this point, I truly started believing Taehyung was some kind of wizard because, I could be wrong, but I think I saw some icicles growing out of Namjoon's nose. 

"We need to step up our game." Namjoon spoke up suddenly and I could literally see the condensation of his exhaled breath in the air. 

"What game." I was not in the mood for games. The only game I would want to play right now is who-can-knock-themselves-out-first but we all know that is not going to happen. It's also not a real game. I made that up.

"We need to come up with a kick-ass sales strategy."

Here we go again.

"I did not sign up for that." I countered lifelessly. 

Technically, I actually kinda did sign up for this since I signed a contract and all that, but we're obviously not going to talk about that. 

"Yeah, well, don't worry about it." Namjoon assured me whilst he kept scrolling through his phone. "I'm working on it." A tiny smile crept up his lips making me wonder if I should pry more and ask him what he was talking about, but part of me just really didn't want to know.

You just gotta let things happen to you.

That's a good mindset.

Suddenly, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I unlocked it and found two unread messages, both from Hoseok.